trying to explain myself in four little lines without tripping over my tongue
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behind the glass, we file obediently like store-bought
goldfish, in a trickle squeezed through ravines, carved
by streetscapes pieced like lego, stamping algorithmic
curves across the ambit of the round, sugary globe.
a refreshing expression and imagery of what we have imposed on nature and imposed on ourselves.
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very happy to see you got something from it – thank you!!
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